#vss365 They found it beneath the old apothecary, a #melange of man, beast and devils, stitched together by twisted hands. It opened six different eyes. The priest called it an abomination. The mayor called it impossible. Then its mouths opened too.
“Wrong, sirs. We are hungry.” #Edvane #DarkFantasy

#vss365 #melange

Murky misty waters under moonlight
Motley mule-eyed mutes muttering mewlishly
Wooden planks creak ceaselessly under the seawater
Ghostly crews come and go
None stick around forever
Night work is knife work in the dark dishonest recesses of town
Yo
Join my mixed crew on The Melange

Distant they were in earnest.

They closer they got, wilder their storms advanced.

Threatening to destroy all, this #melange of memories and hopes, a cocktail worthy of the temptation's hand.

Their fate was set and dice was rolled. The world ripped apart by passion.

#vss365

Being a Seer is a heavy burden these days. My second sight is bombarded by so many visions, so many warnings, it's become a confusing #melange of potential disasters. I can't begin to unpick all the threads to see which will lead to our doom.
They won't listen anyway; they all say I'm mad.

#vss365

A more playful poem than my recent efforts for today's #vss365 prompt #melange . It's a challenge to the well known cliché "nothing rhymes with Orange". If you say Melange in a certain way it could almost rhyme with Orange 😉.

Sorry its too long for social media.

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There once was a spice called 
#melange,
Whose taste made the cosmos 
seem strange.
It granted men's sight
To steer fate by night,
And toppled all thrones in its 
change.

#vss365

Harmony, chaos
with a tincture of random.
The lives of humans.

#vss365 #melange #haiku

The Melange
My liege
Gather
Amongst our
Oxidised shores

Trenched in
Their Rust,
Clotting the
Marsh on the
Highland moors

Nightmares
Awoke
The Trihord,
They Gloat
My liege

Their Melange
Diversed,
Reversed
The Island's dawn

Barren,
My Liege
No longer
The green
Of her moors
#vss365 #Melange

"Dafuq is that??"
"A #melange of delicious bodyparts."
"I understand the b oo Bs, the thighs & the b uMs. But why do you have liver in the picture??"
"Liver is delicious."
"It is not."

#vss365

"Sholmes,chef’s special vanished"

"Describe the #melange,Hatson"

"Chicken,vegetables,rice and herbs"

"Where's Geriarty?"

"Table 7"

"Eating?"

"No.But his napkin is covered in gravy, he says it’s decorative"

"Arrest.."

"Geriarty?"

"No.The napkin,its the mastermind"
#vss365

In their alternative childhood
In the expensive sweet shop
He got his 10p #melange
Disappointed with an unaccompanied Mojo

#Vss365

#Melange of tracks
on a mixtape,
Music blares,
same drama flares.
Quit the chase
Life's too short to waste.

Cassette spins and plays.
Cabin crumbles
burns to ash.
Cold night,
lit by a flash.

Meghan sings,
"All 'bout that bass."
Felt the shift,
Then it hits Roxette
Crash! Boom! Bang!

~rev
#vss365

‘What do you call this weather?’

‘I’d call it a #melange.’

‘Totally. A little mix of everything.’

‘Was that thunder?’

‘I don’t know. It’s hard to hear anything over the air conditioner blasting.’

#vss365

Perhaps reality is nothing more than a #melange of coincidences, hidden intentions, and things we were never meant to notice.
#vss365

The sun needs more sleep
and sets itself to early bed
The fledgling colours
toss their covers
high above our heads
Old blankets of green
give way to gold
and orange and red
Dancing their way down
to that rusty #melange
Where all the colours
gather as they're shed
#vss365

#vss365

A mad #melange
Of provoked folk
Fill square
Beneath my rooms

They spy me
On my balcony…
Their ire at me
Screams doom

These peasants
Always groveled—
I’d assumed
They had no spines

But they do
And their demeanor says
That they’ve come
For mine

-dj
#NoKings